To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow,But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl. Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
God pity me now and all desolate sinnersDemented with beauty! Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio
O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beautyThat was holding men's thoughts from market or plough, Toggle format menu With Attribution Quote Only Plain Text With Bio